One of the things Logan had begun to enjoy were he and Storm's meals together. Typically they met for breakfast, lunch, and dinner which was indeed most of the time they spent together, as with most people in the mansion, they were both incredibly busy. Ro had even got him on a near normal sleep schedule spending less and less of the night hours awake and more time during day. Between training with the younger X-Men and keeping the Brotherhood in check, his hours filled up quickly. But by far the best part of his day was the time with Ororo.
The food today wasn't his normal fair, though honestly, he was fine with the Hungry Man frozen dinners that had long-since been pilfered from the local supermarkets. Today's menu was focused largely on fresh vegetables from Ororo's own ... well, small farm. Maybe something green would do him some good. Logan's hand rested under the table on the weather witch's thigh as he quirked his brow at her. "Really..." he said as he shoveled more of his salad (grown/picked/made with love) into his mouth. "I uh, didn't know that about eggplants." He grinned.
Ororo swatted Logan's shoulder and was smiling down into her own plate of food when her ears caught the sound of Magneto's sly voice. Oh, he was so witty... "No," she said, curtly. "Please have a seat." Her hand that had swatted Logan's shoulder was now resting on his leg, mirroring his position. She gave it a squeeze of reassurance. She knew they were all big kids and could play nicely together, but she really didn't want Logan to make any crude remarks and fuel Magneto's fire. He seemed to be acting peaceably enough. And they didn't really have to speak with him to eat in the same room. "Well, now you do." She said, finally, ending their previous conversation. She smiled then, sweetly at Wolverine. "I can teach an old dog new tricks," she half-teased. The more she learned about Logan, the less he surprised her. He had decades worth of knowledge up his (rarely there) sleeves.